awildland

The valley is charged with heat. Only cicadas persist. There is no bird sound. Even the march flies disappear by noon. It feels as if th...

The morning air is so clear and clean it is all space and blue is a distant, untouchable colour.  A strong breeze strips the land back ...

Seeking to escape the madness of Christmas one year, preferring instead to immerse ourselves in a deep wilderness, Caz and I set out on a...

"Believe me, my young friend, there is NOTHING - absolutely nothing - half so  much worth doing as simply messing about in boats....

The tent and the campsite is a home away from home, even if just for one night. It’s nice when a campsite comes up with the goods ...

If I’d seen the exit route Caz had planned for us that afternoon maybe I wouldn’t have been enjoying myself so much – paddling abo...